After Returning a Lost Wallet From My Mechanic Shop a Sheriff Came Looking for Me

the cautious curiosity of an older person who has answered enough unexpected knocks to have learned not to assume.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

I held up the wallet. “I think this belongs to you. I found it at my shop today.”

For a moment he did not move. He looked at the wallet in my hand and then at my face and then back at the wallet, and then his hands continue reading …